Monday, March 26, 2012



Searching in the backdrop of civilization,
The lost eons of tomorrow;
Nothing real in deals;
Lost fortune, some more bills.

Jeopardized happiness,
Pompously made laughter;
And those bloody ragamuffin,
Cautiously belted all cats and so far.

Twenty of them lost,
Yes, more to go;
Time flooded my skin;
Here, today I bow.

Zillions of them lost,
No more to go;
Just me in this barren soil,
Is it you – Who toil?

Hatred Swallowed once more,
Ayah! now and once more;
Love out of those illusions;
Pregnant kisses you bore. 

Shamsud A

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